The Knife of Never Letting Go (Chaos Walking, #1)

by Patrick Ness

“War is a monster,” he says, almost to himself. “War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows.” He’s looking at me now. “And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.”

Doing what’s right should be easy. It shouldn’t be just another big mess like everything else.

Maybe there really is hope at the end of the road.

hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it’s dangerous, too, that it’s painful and risky, that it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

There’s hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall. And maybe it don’t hurt so much after all.

War makes monsters of men,

silent don’t mean empty, that it never meant empty.

“God works thru men,” Aaron says. “So does evil,” Viola says.

the lies of men are as vivid as their truths and

“I think maybe everybody falls,” I say. “I think maybe we all do. And I don’t think that’s the asking.” I pull on her arms gently to make sure she’s listening. “I think the asking is whether we get back up again.”